Only Half Crazy

I swore during my first half-marathon in Las Vegas I would never, EVER do it again. 3-1/2 months later I do it again in Dallas. What the hell? What happened? I'm not a runner. I think I just wanted another medal. Those things are awesome, and let's face it, if they didn't hand out medals... Continue Reading →

No Love For The Treadmill

You can't outrun a fart on a treadmill. There's a myriad of reasons not to run on a treadmill, that being the least of them. I hate running on a treadmill. I even hate the word 'treadmill'. It sounds like some medieval torture device. Even Sisyphus would decline the maddening punishment of a treadmill. At least he... Continue Reading →

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